Saturday, October 30, 2010

My house was burgled. I wasn't robbed as I keep telling people as robbery's involve facing the dude who wants to rob you. Thankfully, I was not home. But T-Boz was. Poor thing. She was robbed. And she is deaf, so of course they probably scared the poo out of her. But I don't recall seeing poo.

I visited the ER and then stayed awhile with a nasty infection to a blister. Yes, I said a blister. How in the H does a blister send you to the ER? It gets infected with staph, thats how.

Really, I have been having a good ole pity party. I know things are far worse for many other people, but my problems are still my problems that I have to live with. But I can certainly make efforts to change my attitude and focus on the glass being half full.

My glass half full response:

They did not hurt TBoz. I have super friends who have supported me and comforted me (and still do). I have fantastic insurance that replaced my stuff (minus my effing deductible).

I did not die. I still have my foot. I have super friends who have supported me and helped me when I couldn't help myself. I got the blister from walking around the fair. I had fun at the fair (but not worth a trip to the ER, OK that was a half empty response).

I have been relying on ole trusty coping mechanisms. Overeating (and all the bad stuff, none of the good green stuff - its all shades of brown or yellow) and Isolation. I HATE asking for help. HATE IT. So I just shut myself off from the world.

I need new coping mechanisms. I will begin making a concerted effort to build a new arsenal of coping tools. Sigh. This is going to be hard.

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When I'm excited, I like to add a "holy" to add effect. Hence the blog name. I originally used this blog to track my paleo pursuits and crossfit adventures as well as the many ups and downs of my efforts to get healthy. Then I used it to keep my friends and family posted on my cancer journey (diagnosed with Stage IIA Breast Cancer IDC, BRCA2, ER/PR+, HER2-). I got past that (and kicked cancer's ass), but my health and fitness suffered. I'd like to find the healthy Melinda again. Follow me on my journey?